Feline Forest (Purrloin and Atak)

[Purrloin]

When TJ reached down and began lifting up his shirt, Rusty lifted his right forepaw up off of the ground. His claws unsheathed in preparation of delivering another swipe at the human. However even though it seemed Rusty clearly intended to rake his claws across TJ's body, the action itself never came. 'Got what?' Rusty thought to himself as he watched the human duck himself back underneath his engorged gut and disappear. When TJ was gone he resheathed his claws, then lowered the forepaw back down to the ground and set it down just in time to feel a sudden jolt of pleasure course through his body as the human began attending to his arousal once more

Rusty's cock visibly throbbed when the shirt was pulled down along it. The cat's hips began to instinctively sway forward and backward, humping his malehood into the neckhole of the fabric and mashing his sheath firmly against TJ's face. After the second tug against the shirt it would slip forward quite a bit more as the head of Rusty's cock along with with first set of backward facing barbs cleared through the neckhole. The twisting motion combined with the compression of the tight fitting fabric sent Rusty into a fit of pleasured yowling within seconds.

Just as it seemed Rusty was about to reach his orgasm however, a backward thrust of his hips snagged several of his barbs into the bottom of the shirt. The loud hiss of the shirt being ripped sounded out as the barbs easily sliced through the fabric. With the pressure of the shirt being stretched tight around Rusty's malehood, it didn't stand a chance, and as soon as the barbs ripped through it the entire thing tore in two and left TJ grasping two tufts of loose cloth, one in each hand. The only thing that remained intact was the thicker fabric around the neck hole which the two shredded bits of cloth remained connected to. It remained tightly fastened just below the head of Rusty's cock, however even that didn't look as if it were going to last much longer. Thankfully for TJ, neither would Rusty by the looks of it. He was currently nipping at the air in front of himself as if he were attempting to grip onto the scruff of an invisible queen, and the head of his cock visibly pulsed while the rest of his shaft expanded slightly and caused his sheath to stretch taut around it.

[atak]

TJ huffed to himself finding himself beneath the eagerly rutting male. Merfing to feel that warm, musky furry sheath smooshing and bumping against him time and again with each thrust the eager male was making. Able to see out of the corner of his eyes the way those heavy balls were bouncing, swaying and swinging between his legs. See how stiff and eager Rusty's malehood was getting, how he was being worked ever nearer to full climax. Though it was equally clear that his shirt was getting shredded from the effort. TJ wincing some "Eesh, I'll have to be careful not to get in over my head like that again... Shame..." He muttered, grunting to grip at the tufts of cloth in his hand all the tighter. Pulling down, yanking, intently trying his best to keep enough resistance against Rusty's thrusting hips. Help the large male with what he needed, what he was working himself to.
Huffing again he felt that sheath stretching taut around the base of Rusty's member, saw how the head of his cock pulsed and expanded. Grunting he gave an extra tug to the surviving remnants of his shirt, face flushing with his eagerness to try and help the male work himself to orgasm. Hoping it might earn even a small bit of gratitude from the cat, though even if it didn't he would feel satisfied that he'd been able to help Rusty with this.

[Purrloin]

Rusty reached his orgasm just as the remainder of the shirt that was left intact, the collar, gave way with a sudden snap and tore open. TJ's hands, thanks to the force he was applying to the clothing, would suddenly jerk the cloth away from Rusty's malehood as it was unable to hold itself in place any longer, and the tattered rags would quickly fall away as the barbs along Rusty's cock visibly lengthened a small amount and stood more erect. His cock pulsed visibly, and rope after rope of cloudy clear fluid sprayed from its tip.

Each pulse of his length sent another spurt of the cat's cum flying through the air underneath him. It landed upon the dead leaves and grass of the forest floor in thick ropes, stringing itself across sticks and plants alike and connecting them together like a shiny wet web. Blades of grass folded flat under its weight, leaves crackled upon its impact against them, and the sheer force of the tom's cum shooting out of him even caused a few sticks to lurch forward along the ground as it crashed into them. After only a few seconds however, it was all over, leaving the ground underneath the tom's heavy gut littered with streaks of clear fluid and the air around the two heavy with the scent of a successful mating session. Or, at least, half of one.

The claws on all four of Rusty's paws gradually resheathed themselves and released their holds on the ground underneath them as the big cat's orgasm began to subside. His tautly stretched sheath began to loosen and soften and bit by bit the barbs along his malehood started to lean over and lie flat as his malehood itself softened and returned to its sheath. It took about a minute or so before the tip of the cat's cock finally disappeared into the center of that sheath and slipped out of sight, and once it was gone Rusty exhaled deeply through his nose and gave his hind end a little shake back and forth.

[atak]

Merfing to feel the shirt give way, shred, with that last bit of effort from both of them to work Rusty towards his orgasm TJ fell back onto his rump. Lifting his head he stared intently, watching those barbs extending out more with his clear arousal. Gasping at the thick ropes of cloudy, clear fluid spurting from the tip of his cock. Splattering onto the ground in hearty ropes, stringing it with white webs of tom seed. Flattening the grass, kicking sticks up, but most of all painting the ground with his spent pleasure. Flushing the human stared on at the impressive, even alluring sight. Swallowing softly he stayed where he was, watching as the orgasm came to a slow conclusion.
Saw out of the corner of his eye how the toms claws resheathed themselves, how his sheath began to loosen and soften with the slow retraction of his malehood. Swallowing softly the human shifted where he sat. Staring intently at the male's sheath and balls. He was still a bit worried about the barbs on that cock, disappointed to know he could probably never share a moment like this with the tom again since it would clearly shred him to ribbons to even try. Still, he took advantage of the apparent satisfaction of the cat. Even while he was shaking his hind end TJ scooted himself up closer. Reaching up he gently stroked the side of that now quiescent sheath, leaning up he began to slowly slurp and lick at the tip of it. Mmming while he took in the musky flavors, savored what he was sure would be one of his few chances to appreciate this sheath without risking the ire of an unsatisfied tomcat. Quietly he wondered if the cat would have a different attitude about him after what had just occurred.

[Purrloin]

TJ"s face would end up being plastered with a heavy coating of the tom's cum as Rusty gave his hind end another shake. The sheath bumped against him as he went in to lick at it, smacking him right in the face with a thick glob of Rusty's cum that had been sitting there near the opening. The heavy gel-like fluid smeared all over TJ's face, coating it entirely in the thick slime and providing him with a decent sized mouthful when his tongue came out to taste it. It had a sharp metallic taste to it, a little bitter, however accidentally receiving a face full of cat semen would be the least of the human's worries.

Almost immediately after the touch to his sheath Rusty jerked his tail upwards. His hindpaws shifted to the sides along the ground to bring his hind legs farther apart and widen his stance. Then, his back began to arch slightly as his hind end shifted a foot or two lower to the ground. With the arching of his back his rump was pushed up into the air, rising even higher than it had been before it lowered down. TJ would suddenly find that that sheath now hovered up in the air a foot or so above and ahead of him, and with the angle it was being held it was pointing straight at him in a downward slant.

There probably wouldn't be enough time to consider what was about to happen before it actually did. All of a sudden the muscles on the lower portion of Rusty's hind end flexed visibly and a torrent of clear liquid gushed forth out of his sheath. A powerful stream of clear urine sprayed the human directly in the face and upper torso, dousing him in it and soaking through his remaining clothing almost immediately thanks to the sheer volume of it. It was hot, almost hot enough to sting against his skin, and if he were truly unprepared he might even fall backward from she sheer force of it spraying out of the big cat's sheath and smacking into his upper body.

Along with the heat of the fluid came the smell; the unmistakable potent reek of ammonia and pheromones that cat urine was known for. It was immediately thrown into the air all around both of them, however TJ would be the one who'd receive the worst of it. The hot urine had an oily texture to it too. Despite being as thin and runny as water itself, Rusty's urine felt thick and greasy to the touch. As it poured and sprayed down upon the unsuspecting human it would splash and pound its way into any opening it was able to. TJ's hair, mouth, nose, and possibly even his eyes would find themselves full of the musty liquid almost as soon as Rusty had begun relieving himself.

TJ had been hoping that Rusty would treat him differently after what they'd just went through. Although that would have been possible no more than a few heartbeats earlier, at this point there was a great possibility that that hope of his would come true in an entirely different manner. It was no secret that cats, especially intact toms, were very territorial. They had their own way of letting other cats in the area know what belonged to them. Land and belongings alike were marked with spurts of urine, heavy with strong smelling pheromones, to lay claim to all that was sprayed.

It only took a little trickle to get the message across, however Rusty was a biiiig cat. In fact, his intentions at that very moment were not to relieve himself, but to lay claim to the human underneath him and mark them as his. Unfortunately, or perhaps even fortunately maybe, when such a small trickle was scaled upward to match Rusty's great size it would become anything but that. What seemed to Rusty to be nothing more than a little dribble of urine to claim a bit of property would leave TJ absolutely drenched in enough cat urine to fill a bathtub.

Thankfully, however, just as soon as it began pouring out of the big cat it was over. The stream only lasted a second or two before coming to an abrupt end without so much as a single drop dribbling from that sheath. That neat and flawless conclusion alone would hopefully be enough to express to TJ that this had been no accident. No, there was no way. It was too quick, too deliberate, too neatly executed to be a mistake. That sheath had pointed straight at him and soaked him down with unmistakable precision. Rusty had just laid claim to him, and despite whatever that would mean to TJ himself, as far as Rusty was concerned the strange Twoleg that had just gotten him off was now his. TJ, now marked with his scent, belonged to a one ton feral cat. And just like that, even if TJ didn't know it yet, any hope of eventually leaving the woods was now lost.

[atak]

Still a little bit overwhelmed by everything that he'd endured and experienced below Rusty in his attempts, efforts, to try and get the tomcat off he felt a bit relieved, pleased, to get a chance to try and adore at his sheath. To take some time to appreciate that warm, musky and furry malehood. To get to fondle it, stroke and slurp at it. Gasping with some small surprise at the sudden splurt of the thick, gel-like spooge that was shot across his face TJ was left panting for a few moments. His hands stroking across that furry sheath, tasting the metallic flavor of it, the bitterness, felt the stickiness.
However it was what came next that truly overwhelmed and surprised him. Feeling Rusty crouch himself downwards, arching his back to push his groin more firmly against the surprised human. Making him back away from the male's croch lest he be forced onto his back beneath the crouching and looming tomcat. Blinking and staring with his surprise TJ sensed something was different this time around. Staring at that sheath hovering in front of him so dominatingly, only able to wonder at the purpose of it.

Though he was able to see those muscles in the male's groin flex TJ didn't even get a chance to wonder at it, let alone gasp before he was painted with a thick torrent of the clear, hot, sticky liquid across himself. Forcing the human to stumble back a little, catching himself on one hand while the other tried to reach up to shield himself from the spray. TJ was only partially successful, feeling the watery thin nature of the fluid he was left a little stunned by how thick and greasy it was, how thoroughly some of that fluid clung to his form. Creating a sort of filthy coating to his body. Merfing a little from what he felt was all TJ could really do, aside from sputtering out a couple words through the spray that were akin to "What the heck...".

Fortunately the spray was brief, and undeniably deliberate. Panting softly the human remained where he was a few stunned moments. Picking himself up a bit on all fours he scrambled away on his back, scrambling a decent three or so feet away from the large feline. He'd certainly had quite enough exposure to the feline's groin at this point!
Settling onto the ground again TJ lifted his gaze, staring up at Rusty with a look of mild shock, of being mildly stunned by everything that had occurred. Not even considering the still sizable bulge in Rusty's middle the small, soaked human simply stared silently up at Rusty. Having some sense that he'd been marked, claimed even; though he had little idea of what this would truly mean. Of what the feline had in mind for him from this piont onwards.